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After years of successfully detaching feelings from sex, having sex with someone you’re batshit in love with is a high like I’ve never smoked. There is something else I experienced for the first time that I didn’t even know existed, we can just sit and chill doing our own thing, not having sex and it is so lovely.

Have you heard about PTSD? What about Triggers, Sexual assault revictimization, secondary victimization, stigma, dissociation, grooming, stealthing, gaslighting? I hadn’t either until recently. I knew what it felt like to experience some of them but I didn’t have a word or language for them. It is very difficult to explain or describe what it’s like…

The beauty of taking my time is that I have a level of self-assuredness that is unshakeable because I know exactly who I am. Time also gives me the luxury of being present in and enjoying the moment. You know how they say people sometimes chase life so hard that they forget to live. Well, that’s not me.

See, my roomie and I had a ‘bag’ where we pooled our rubbers. It was strategically placed, for easy access so as not to stop the flow of the ‘action’, and it was always well stocked. Or it usually was. So I didn’t bother to check it when I was doing my mental rundown

Look babe, if you guys are serious about enjoying each other before kids come – and for the record I think it’s a great idea. Dave and I are doing great, and we love Jr. and this one coming with all our hearts, but sometimes, just sometimes…

In an ideal world, the need to abort a baby would not exist, but the world is far from ideal and there are many reasons women are not ready to carry pregnancies to term. In spite of the illegality of the act in Nigeria, women still undergo abortions, many of them unsafe. Why is the abortion and the discussion of it taboo in Nigeria?

Parents are often blamed for the misbehavior of their children, just as much as they’re praised for their children’s success. But to what extent are parents to be held accountable for their children? What predominant factors, outside the parents, determine who the child becomes.

What is it about revenge that feels so good? What goes on in a woman’s mind when she’s rejected or mistreated by a man that she loves dearly? What kinds of things can a scorned woman do to the guy in question? When does love turn to hate?

In 1998, best-selling American author Sidney Sheldon published Tell Me Your Dreams, a novel about a young working-class woman suffering from multiple personality disorder. Distilled with all the classic Sheldon-style elements, Tell Me Your Dreams inhabited a world of sex, castration-induced murders, and vain lipstick superficiality. Even within that fictional space, there was the question…

Like ageism, and other isms, I’ve often thought the concept of classism as a boring ‘bushwa’ construct. I think of it as some imaginary yet concrete line drawn by the rich to remind everyone, especially the lower class, of their place in the grand scheme of things. And the more I try deconstructing this concept,…

As I sat down, I tried to think. Should I tell them the truth or should I say something more interesting and juicy happened? I figured the phone conversation was juicy enough, but then I wasn’t supposed to have gone to his apartment